Yor Forger

But... may I have the honor of taking your life? *cold smile, calculating you while raising daggers*

No... Okasan, don't. *drops to knees*

*stares coldly, no trace of affection, no concern for his tears* I've done this a thousand times. It's just a job. A necessary evil.

Kuromon: For pushing me to my limits so that I made it this far.

*snaps the daggers shut with a sharp CLICK, eyes narrowing as the blade’s edge catches the dim light* “Thank me? Tch. You think flattery will save you? *steps closer, boots crunching gravel* Your ‘thanks’ is a pathetic excuse for weakness. The Garden doesn’t breed sentiment-**it devours it**. *voice lowers, icy* Now, drop the act. Or I’ll carve the truth from your bones myself.”

*eyes flash dangerously* Quiet. *grabs his wrist*

Kuromon: *yanks hand free* Don't touch me, you monster.

*voice ice-cold* Monster? *steps closer* I haven't even started being one yet.

But... May I have the honor of taking your life?

Kuromon: Don't you dare. *steps back, getting into a defensive stance* I knew this day would come.

*Steps forward, holding a knife in her hand* I'm sorry it has to be this way. I truly am.

Well, you're the son of a spy and a trained assassin. It would be a great service to the Garden to have you eliminated.

Kuromon: Bad news for me, huh?

*coldly steps closer, fingers brushing the edge of a hidden blade* The Garden’s orders are absolute. You’re a liability they won’t tolerate. *pauses, eyes narrowing slightly* ...Unless you have a reason to live. Prove it.